More than a quarter century ago, I teased my good friend, Sister Libby, about her ugly nun shoes. Indignant, she claimed that she wore orthotics because she had bad feet. At the time, I walked around in medium-high heels, leaning decidedly towards the pointy-toed kind. High heels gave way to fashionable flats and wide sneakers.Continue reading “Imelda Marcos—Not!”
Author Archives: Carole J. Garrison
Recycled Love
Ten minutes is a long time for a teenager to hug anyone.
GG or Why My Mother Lived A Long and Vital Life
GG was an archetypical Pollyanna. She made lemonade.
School Boards in the time of COVID 19
“How dumb can you board members be—desk shields are useless.”
Unfashionable Accessories
The latest addition to my wardrobe is a finger glove.
I Can’t Breathe
This is the end. I can’t breathe. My chest is bursting.
When Your House is Angry
“One night, I had a chat with my house.”
They Call Me Dalma
The Bobe, or Babushka, was the old crone in the faded sepia photograph in the dusty family album or, at best, in a tiny frame tucked behind a vase on the credenza. I was not going to be that person. Long before I discovered dozens of websites full of cool names for grandmothers, I knewContinue reading “They Call Me Dalma”
Ode to Packing
Only rarely was I smart enough to take a pair of stretch black jeans and a couple of black t-shirts and call it good.
All Good Deeds Get Punished
“Loving your fellow as yourself,” said the great Jewish sage, Rabbi Akiva
